well u know how it is sumtimes u just get an offer u cant refuse or u could but u'd be kind of an idiot to
cmon whats so wrong with selfies? let alone shirtless ones! I mean I guess I dont mind that being my job if ur rly not up for it also r u inviting me over
whoa now oh! do you mean a contract? wow not bad-wow! but it took me a while to find my first contract
and now i'm trying to figure it out again because my first dom left it's not super fun but whatever
nothing wrong with selfies i just like taking them WITH people more than just taking pictures of myself by myself and i just really like your hair in the first picture so that's my rule now
oh
maybe? generally speaking yes probably not like right now though probably?
[ is she????? she kind of is?? but she said "if we ever"... but now she's thinking about it. ]
[ ... But you know what? He isn't sure he wants to talk about Doms, it's, kind of uncomfortable? He doesn't know. Reggie likes his Dom so far, actually, but he still doesn't want to talk about it. Even if it's not really any of their call, even if it isn't actually based on anything in specific to themselves or their personalities, he still finds it deeply emasculating. ]
like for sure? how do u KNOW he went home like is there some way to check asking for a friend
[ Literally, because Betty's been worried Jughead "disappeared" somewhere here, as in maybe he's being secretly held in some kind of gulag. ]
and I mean yeah u did but do either of us rly got anything better to do rn?
[ so, the only problem with impulsively inviting some guy she doesn't even know is that once he gets there it's almost comically awkward. it didn't feel like a booty call at the time or anything, he just said the guy taking the picture was lucky and her brain kind of wandered, but she imagines this is kind of what a booty call would feel like.
fuckin' weird.
so they're in her living room on her giant squashy couch, gwen in jeans and a loose hoodie because she's not exactly sure how one dresses for a not-booty call, so. despite the awkward conversation, she seems comfortable enough. reggie's this tall, square-jawed hunk of a dude she's sure she never would have talked to before showing up in this damn city, but y'know? whatever. his hair is great and his mouth is great and he's so
damn cocky??
but for some reason it's not turning her off right now.
and ah, she's doing that think where she's watching his mouth but 500% not listening to any of the words coming out of it, and when she finally clues back in- ]
[ It's unclear how long Reggie's been talking without Gwen actually being tuned in, because even if they barely know each other he's still a big mouth, and can probably find something to keep going on about for ages if no one stops him, but that's what Gwen's suggestion does-- stops him, probably mid-sentence, and certainly not from anything important.
He's dressed fairly casually himself, wearing the clothes he arrived in (which have been cleaned since) and a light dusting of hairspray, but not to his usual level of product. It does feel like a booty call, but Reggie wasn't necessarily counting on anything happening, figuring it could just as easily be a "we're both alone and bored, let's be alone and bored together" situation, while still hoping it would end up being a booty call.
And now, here they are. ]
Uh-- [ He raises his eyebrows, looking at her like he's trying to determine if she's serious, down to her lips, then back to her eyes. ] Yeah, I guess we should.
[ it probably could have been a simple "we're both bored and alone" situation, it probably should be just that, but gwen's in this dumb headspace where everything is kind of- dumb, so. instead of talking about it with him, she'd rather not talk at all. it's just... it's easier? and he doesn't seem offended. surprised, maybe. surprised is okay. she's very aware that she's impulsive, spontaneous in a mostly lazy way. ... look it makes sense.
lazy in that once he agrees, albeit a little confused, but still agrees, she's lifting to move herself onto his lap, hands on his shoulders and knees on either side of his hips. spontaneous, but actually very little effort made, when you think about it.
she mostly just wants to get her hands in his hair. it's kind of amazing and kind of funny that he actually listened to her, because she can tell he's got a liiiiittle bit of product in his hair, but not enough that she can't run her fingers through it. which she does, lightly. just the once, just to watch his curls fall back into place. ]
Is that a yes?
[ gwen's generally pretty bossy when it comes to this stuff, but apparently she's feeling bratty at the moment, too. ]
[ Gwen's hands in his hair makes Reggie very glad he went easier on the product before coming over, rather than be a brat himself and heap it in as usual when she specifically asked for the opposite. Not that he owed it to her... but, he'd rather she'd be more into touching him than not.
He tilts his eyes up to meet her gaze, moving his hands to cup her hips, thumbs tracing over her hip bones while he's at it. ]
Uh huh.
[ He leans his face close, enough that their lips are just barely brushing each other, but not quite touching. ]
[ ah. he's cute. and he definitely knows he's cute. that's fine. that works for right now. and- all the time, she's not gonna judge the guy for being confident. but, anyway. focus, stacy.
she could answer him verbally but instead she just moves in just that little bit more until they're kissing, and her fingers thread into the back of his hair just to hold on. nothing too tight, she's not pulling, but she might be interested in messing it up a bit, carding through it while they figure out just how they like to be kissed. it's a quick lesson, but still. gwen's grinning a little bit as she tilts her head, favoring his bottom lip with a small bite into it, kissing him softly again after. she keeps it slow, even as her hips scoot forward a bit to press closer to him. so, moderately slow.
it's probably more than obvious at this point she just wants to shut her brain off for a bit, but that doesn't mean she's going to rush this. she's not- really in the business of using people like that. even if she did just skip all the small talk just to get her lips on his. details, details. ]
[ Slow can be okay, Reggie doesn't mind going slow, but the only problem with it is that slow is much harder to keep impersonal; it's one thing for him to be able to keep flings or hook-ups as just that when they're quick and easy, especially quick and easy one-offs, but slow and/or reoccurring is where the lines can start to get blurrier for him.
Which is, ironically, a good argument for taking it slow, since doing the opposite is how he keeps getting himself into situations where he gets much more attached to someone who sees him mostly as a fuckbuddy. No need for this to be all-or-nothing, but-- it's what he's more accustomed to, being a convenient and fun distraction from stress, or a warm body to fill an empty seat.
He could go for shutting his brain off a bit too, though, so he doesn't mind.
Reggie cups Gwen's face with one hand, moving it into her hair and kissing her deeper, his other hand still firmly on her lower back, pressing lightly to rock her hips gently down against his. The hand in her hair pulls on it a little, not painfully, but not delicately either-- playfully and passionately. ]
[ the tug on her hair doesn't make her completely lose her mind, but, y'know. it's pretty damn great. makes her feel the need to drag her teeth over his lip again, with maybe a little more bite than before. man, just. you know? making out is fun. it's really, really fun. especially when he's encouraging her to rock her hips against his, move a little bit. yeah, she doesn't mind starting a rhythm there. still slow though, nothing frantic.
although yeah, she could see herself maybe getting a little frantic with him.
he's hot okay, and he doesn't suck at kissing.
but she almost feels guilty? for just thinking of him like that. which is weird, but it's true. ah.
she moves to kiss his chin, then to his jaw, still moving her hips ]
So what kind of music are you into?
[ yes now is DEFINITELY the time to make small talk. getting-to-know-you while making out is a thing, right? ]
[ The question catches Reggie off-guard, his brain currently only capable of very basic and mostly instinctual functions, so it takes him a few seconds to process Gwen spoke, what she said, what the words mean. He just wants to keep kissing, dammit, not talk.
He exhales slowly, trying to catch his breath a bit. ]
I dunno... rock, pop, hip hop, that kinda thing. Why?
[ Despite the question, Reggie tries to catch her mouth again in another kiss, squeezing her ass a bit as he continues encouraging the mounting friction of her hips grinding down and his hips rocking upward. He's a bit hard by now, which he hopes isn't too obvious, but... well, he doesn't care that much. Even if they don't go any further -- which is what he assumes, he's not expecting more -- it's the obvious consequence of any form of high contact heavy petting. ]
[ so basically everything but country and heavy metal? is what she would have quipped if he hadn't kissed her, but. y'know. being kissed again isn't a bad thing. she's trying to keep herself in check, maybe, like they can mostly make out but maybe talk a bit and that'll stop her from dragging him to her room. not that she's desperate for it, but maybe she's a tiny bit desperate for that mind-shutting-up business.
he grabs her ass and her back arches, because. well. yeah. she knows she has a nice butt, that's just one of those things all spider-totems seem to have, but she does wonder if they all also like having it, y'know, squeezed and whatever else. likes being held onto like that. it's like, kinda dirty, especially when she grinds down against him, and it's absolutely the best kind of dirty too. makes her moan a little into their kiss ]
I'm just into music. [ it makes her smile against his mouth, but it's the truth ] I don't know, I usually at least vaguely know the people I'm making out with. [ she's still moving her ass on his lap though so like really how much is she behaving here? she leans back a little bit ( still moving, that.. won't stop for a bit ), pushing his hair back and watching his curls get a little messed up from it. hah. she might really like messing up his hair ] Unless you like being the mystery guy I accidentally sent a sexy picture to? I won't judge.
[ Oh, country too, but he's more reluctant to admit that on the first not-date, as Reggie finds it just slightly embarrassing. At least, he doesn't want to give people the impression that he's some kind of a backwoods farmboy hick, especially people he wants to...
Get to know more. Maybe.
Reggie tightens his hold on her, squeezing her again in a deliberate, fond sort of way; slow, appreciative, not necessarily chasing more. Open to more, but not chasing it. Gwen's butt is quite satisfying enough to fondle on its own. ]
Are you sure that's not what you're into? Cuz it doesn't have to stay a mystery. [ He grins a bit into their kiss. ] My name's Reggie.
[ Whether or not he's already told her that before -- he can't remember -- is besides the point; the point is that he's okay with getting to know her, and not necessarily just vaguely. Reggie pulls her closer, against his lap, indulging in the stimulation of friction between their grinding hips. It'll get a bit uncomfortable soon, the harder he gets inside his jeans, but for now it's fine.
I'm not, I'm not, I swear- I asked about the music, remember? [ the suggestion makes her laugh though, a little breathless. because kissing and talking and laughing is hard ] I'm Gwen. [ she kisses him again, twice, maybe three times. ] It's a genuine pleasure to meet you, Reggie.
[ she thinks she's super funny
but it doesn't matter much either way because she's not giving him time to laugh, or not laugh, she's leaning back in to kiss him properly. she makes a little sound when she feels his hand under her shirt, but it's definitely not bad and she's definitely not moving away from it. normally she has no patience - impulsive is her worst trait, isn't it? - but maybe she wants to see how he plays this. hard to get isn't usually her MO, but maybe she's curious if he'll get bold here, take the lead a bit. she gets a little more bold herself, her hand being a little less gentle in his hair now, gripped at the back near the crown of his head. still not pulling, but she's holding on, slowly adding more to the rocking her hips, like she wants to get out of these jeans now.
and if he doesn't move things along, she'll just do it herself. she's curious to see what he wants to try to get away with here, but not that patient. ]
[ Reggie laughs a little anyway into the kiss, squeezing her ass as he responds: ]
Likewise.
[ And then gets back on task, cupping his hand over one of her breasts and leaning pressure softly against it with the heel of his hand before making any efforts to get under her bra-- not yet.
He groans against her mouth when she starts digging harder into his hair, grinding harder against his lap, and pulls her close to kiss more deeply before he rolls them over, laying Gwen down on the couch while he leans over her, still kissing with increasing messy impatience. He's still hard, pressed against her through the layers of both their jeans, but that's less urgent to him now that she's not sitting on it; now they have space to do a lot more.
Reggie breaks away from her mouth, tipping Gwen's chin gently so he can kiss her jaw and down her neck. ]
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
no subject
u know how it is
sumtimes u just get an offer u cant refuse
or u could but u'd be kind of an idiot to
cmon whats so wrong with selfies?
let alone shirtless ones!
I mean I guess I dont mind that being my job if ur rly not up for it
also r u inviting me over
no subject
oh!
do you mean a contract?
wow
not bad-wow!
but it took me a while to find my first contract
and now i'm trying to figure it out again because my first dom left
it's not super fun but whatever
nothing wrong with selfies i just like taking them WITH people more than just
taking pictures of myself by myself
and i just really like your hair in the first picture so that's my rule now
oh
maybe?
generally speaking yes
probably not like right now though
probably?
[ is she????? she kind of is?? but she said "if we ever"... but now she's thinking about it. ]
no subject
why is that a whoa
or a wow
I got an offer right away and like yknow
figured it beat living in filth
[ He keeps getting mixed signals on whether he got lucky or just sold out really quickly... what is the truth... ]
left? to go where
and look I think ur asking too much, I feel naked w/out something in it
it was a simple yes or no question
no subject
and yeah it's just
a lot
that's a lot of trust to put in someone, that's all
he went home
not by choice, i'm pretty sure, because he just disappeared one day
it's only 2% simple, i literally just met you via text
[ but then there's a location pin dropped to him, so like. whatever. fuck it. ]
no subject
[ ... But you know what? He isn't sure he wants to talk about Doms, it's, kind of uncomfortable? He doesn't know. Reggie likes his Dom so far, actually, but he still doesn't want to talk about it. Even if it's not really any of their call, even if it isn't actually based on anything in specific to themselves or their personalities, he still finds it deeply emasculating. ]
like for sure?
how do u KNOW he went home like
is there some way to check
asking for a friend
[ Literally, because Betty's been worried Jughead "disappeared" somewhere here, as in maybe he's being secretly held in some kind of gulag. ]
and I mean yeah u did but do either of us rly got anything better to do rn?
no subject
i would've been sent back to the down if i didn't have my own house
probably not
just come over
no subject
[ Hm. Well, he notes that away for later anyway just in case it's useful, but happily moves on for the time being: ]
omw 👍🏽
action >
fuckin' weird.
so they're in her living room on her giant squashy couch, gwen in jeans and a loose hoodie because she's not exactly sure how one dresses for a not-booty call, so. despite the awkward conversation, she seems comfortable enough. reggie's this tall, square-jawed hunk of a dude she's sure she never would have talked to before showing up in this damn city, but y'know? whatever. his hair is great and his mouth is great and he's so
damn cocky??
but for some reason it's not turning her off right now.
and ah, she's doing that think where she's watching his mouth but 500% not listening to any of the words coming out of it, and when she finally clues back in- ]
We should make out.
[ well, there's that ]
no subject
He's dressed fairly casually himself, wearing the clothes he arrived in (which have been cleaned since) and a light dusting of hairspray, but not to his usual level of product. It does feel like a booty call, but Reggie wasn't necessarily counting on anything happening, figuring it could just as easily be a "we're both alone and bored, let's be alone and bored together" situation, while still hoping it would end up being a booty call.
And now, here they are. ]
Uh-- [ He raises his eyebrows, looking at her like he's trying to determine if she's serious, down to her lips, then back to her eyes. ] Yeah, I guess we should.
no subject
lazy in that once he agrees, albeit a little confused, but still agrees, she's lifting to move herself onto his lap, hands on his shoulders and knees on either side of his hips. spontaneous, but actually very little effort made, when you think about it.
she mostly just wants to get her hands in his hair. it's kind of amazing and kind of funny that he actually listened to her, because she can tell he's got a liiiiittle bit of product in his hair, but not enough that she can't run her fingers through it. which she does, lightly. just the once, just to watch his curls fall back into place. ]
Is that a yes?
[ gwen's generally pretty bossy when it comes to this stuff, but apparently she's feeling bratty at the moment, too. ]
no subject
He tilts his eyes up to meet her gaze, moving his hands to cup her hips, thumbs tracing over her hip bones while he's at it. ]
Uh huh.
[ He leans his face close, enough that their lips are just barely brushing each other, but not quite touching. ]
So?
no subject
she could answer him verbally but instead she just moves in just that little bit more until they're kissing, and her fingers thread into the back of his hair just to hold on. nothing too tight, she's not pulling, but she might be interested in messing it up a bit, carding through it while they figure out just how they like to be kissed. it's a quick lesson, but still. gwen's grinning a little bit as she tilts her head, favoring his bottom lip with a small bite into it, kissing him softly again after. she keeps it slow, even as her hips scoot forward a bit to press closer to him. so, moderately slow.
it's probably more than obvious at this point she just wants to shut her brain off for a bit, but that doesn't mean she's going to rush this. she's not- really in the business of using people like that. even if she did just skip all the small talk just to get her lips on his. details, details. ]
no subject
Which is, ironically, a good argument for taking it slow, since doing the opposite is how he keeps getting himself into situations where he gets much more attached to someone who sees him mostly as a fuckbuddy. No need for this to be all-or-nothing, but-- it's what he's more accustomed to, being a convenient and fun distraction from stress, or a warm body to fill an empty seat.
He could go for shutting his brain off a bit too, though, so he doesn't mind.
Reggie cups Gwen's face with one hand, moving it into her hair and kissing her deeper, his other hand still firmly on her lower back, pressing lightly to rock her hips gently down against his. The hand in her hair pulls on it a little, not painfully, but not delicately either-- playfully and passionately. ]
no subject
although yeah, she could see herself maybe getting a little frantic with him.
he's hot okay, and he doesn't suck at kissing.
but she almost feels guilty? for just thinking of him like that. which is weird, but it's true. ah.
she moves to kiss his chin, then to his jaw, still moving her hips ]
So what kind of music are you into?
[ yes now is DEFINITELY the time to make small talk. getting-to-know-you while making out is a thing, right? ]
no subject
[ The question catches Reggie off-guard, his brain currently only capable of very basic and mostly instinctual functions, so it takes him a few seconds to process Gwen spoke, what she said, what the words mean. He just wants to keep kissing, dammit, not talk.
He exhales slowly, trying to catch his breath a bit. ]
I dunno... rock, pop, hip hop, that kinda thing. Why?
[ Despite the question, Reggie tries to catch her mouth again in another kiss, squeezing her ass a bit as he continues encouraging the mounting friction of her hips grinding down and his hips rocking upward. He's a bit hard by now, which he hopes isn't too obvious, but... well, he doesn't care that much. Even if they don't go any further -- which is what he assumes, he's not expecting more -- it's the obvious consequence of any form of high contact heavy petting. ]
no subject
he grabs her ass and her back arches, because. well. yeah. she knows she has a nice butt, that's just one of those things all spider-totems seem to have, but she does wonder if they all also like having it, y'know, squeezed and whatever else. likes being held onto like that. it's like, kinda dirty, especially when she grinds down against him, and it's absolutely the best kind of dirty too. makes her moan a little into their kiss ]
I'm just into music. [ it makes her smile against his mouth, but it's the truth ] I don't know, I usually at least vaguely know the people I'm making out with. [ she's still moving her ass on his lap though so like really how much is she behaving here? she leans back a little bit ( still moving, that.. won't stop for a bit ), pushing his hair back and watching his curls get a little messed up from it. hah. she might really like messing up his hair ] Unless you like being the mystery guy I accidentally sent a sexy picture to? I won't judge.
no subject
Get to know more. Maybe.
Reggie tightens his hold on her, squeezing her again in a deliberate, fond sort of way; slow, appreciative, not necessarily chasing more. Open to more, but not chasing it. Gwen's butt is quite satisfying enough to fondle on its own. ]
Are you sure that's not what you're into? Cuz it doesn't have to stay a mystery. [ He grins a bit into their kiss. ] My name's Reggie.
[ Whether or not he's already told her that before -- he can't remember -- is besides the point; the point is that he's okay with getting to know her, and not necessarily just vaguely. Reggie pulls her closer, against his lap, indulging in the stimulation of friction between their grinding hips. It'll get a bit uncomfortable soon, the harder he gets inside his jeans, but for now it's fine.
He moves one hand up her shirt, slowly. ]
no subject
[ she thinks she's super funny
but it doesn't matter much either way because she's not giving him time to laugh, or not laugh, she's leaning back in to kiss him properly. she makes a little sound when she feels his hand under her shirt, but it's definitely not bad and she's definitely not moving away from it. normally she has no patience - impulsive is her worst trait, isn't it? - but maybe she wants to see how he plays this. hard to get isn't usually her MO, but maybe she's curious if he'll get bold here, take the lead a bit. she gets a little more bold herself, her hand being a little less gentle in his hair now, gripped at the back near the crown of his head. still not pulling, but she's holding on, slowly adding more to the rocking her hips, like she wants to get out of these jeans now.
and if he doesn't move things along, she'll just do it herself. she's curious to see what he wants to try to get away with here, but not that patient. ]
no subject
Likewise.
[ And then gets back on task, cupping his hand over one of her breasts and leaning pressure softly against it with the heel of his hand before making any efforts to get under her bra-- not yet.
He groans against her mouth when she starts digging harder into his hair, grinding harder against his lap, and pulls her close to kiss more deeply before he rolls them over, laying Gwen down on the couch while he leans over her, still kissing with increasing messy impatience. He's still hard, pressed against her through the layers of both their jeans, but that's less urgent to him now that she's not sitting on it; now they have space to do a lot more.
Reggie breaks away from her mouth, tipping Gwen's chin gently so he can kiss her jaw and down her neck. ]